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Aug 2018
You took my mind off of what was right
Gave me headaches
And I couldn’t sleep at night.
Never woke up and I wanted to die
This nightmare they call reality
And everyone asks why.
I’m not determined anymore.
I keep having slow days,
And my life’s a bore.
My importance in this world is small.
Not to me, but the world,
And that’s all.
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